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(Lord keep me near) 
It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 
It's what I do know that's killing me 
(Don't you ever let me go) 
I don't wanna talk to no one right now 'cept for God and my momma 
Look 
Behind these bars is a prisoner praying with plans to persevere  
Through pain he only spills on a pad rather than peers 
Claims to be saved by God's grace from his mistakes  
Being poor made him patient how you think he do with (Wait) 
We talked enough bout what circumstance made him do 
I'll never take the stand so I'll use this confession booth 
Never been a Catholic or a pacifist 
Baby Nina with a pacify that I could ration with 
Not a killer or a betting man  
Just more than once a homeless man 
But being broke bother me you should know I'm in tune with cans 
I could tell they rich that's a lick in advance 
God might come tomorrow nuff' time to repent 
Close calls had my heart race and made me tense  
But getting bread gave a fresh look through shawties lens 
I made every choice knowing the risk is lethal 
Kept me undocumented even though I moved illegal  
People 
Thank you  
(Lord keep me near) 
It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 
It's what I do know that's killing me 
(Don't you ever let me go)
 
Specifically
I know I don't deserve the love I get 
I preyed on those who penny pinched 
Played with hearts of hoes I'd bench 
Had em' think they'd marry me 
I judged people for they past  
So they won't embarrass me 
My small group says I detach  
It's cuz I am embarrassing  
No one wants to deal with bad emotions that I won't confront  
I've tried to throw the game be down six God ain't let me punt 
But how do I even the score 
Without living by the sword  
Forgive and forget every battle while I live in a war  
When poverty has you pressed, hood politics guide your steps 
Your sins keep you in debt with your homies, but God forgets 
You walk with Him feeling blessed, bullet hits your sister's head 
The killer's out did some years, homies down to get revenge  
God gon play it cool 
Cuz every time we time we kill a opp He mourn a child He lose 
But every time it's tribulation I try to pick and choose 
Are my good times cuz gang signs changed how cowards moved  
Are my worst times a test by who must have my life approved 
By who must have my life approved 
By who must have my
 
It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 
It's what I do know that's killing me 
Thank you for listening  
(Don't you ever let me go) 

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